Chapter 25 Poisoning Me with Arsenic Would Be Less Painful
Chapter 25 Poisoning Me with Arsenic Would Be Less Painful
Ethan raised her eyes to look at Clara, his thin lips hooked slightly, “You are quite smart. This time you
knew to use your phone to take a brilliant video. I have informed my underlings that the video should be
shown in the major media for a week. No matter how much Steve Lane spends he won’t be able to
remove it.”
“Ethan, it turns out that you’re helping?” Clara was surprised, “I wondered since the video at the
evening dinner had disappeared so fast, why this video spread so fast on the internet today.......”
She thought that ARCTIC’s public relations department hadn’t worked hard enough, but it was actually
Ethan helping.
Ethan seemed to think it was nothing, and said softly, “Consider it as my wedding gift. As to what to you
want to do next, Mrs. Preston, that’s for you to manage.”
When Clara heard that she was called ‘Mrs. Preston,’ her heart skipped a beat and she nodded,
“Okay.”
Since the opportunity was delivered to her door, so of course she had to seize it.
...
The next morning, Donny drove Ethan to the company, and Clara went to Mae’s and told her about
their marriage.
Mae’s expression immediately changed, “Miss, I heard that Mr. Preston is a wife killer. He has already
killed two wives. You- why are you still marrying him? I still have some money. It’s enough for us to live
for a long time. Don’t involve yourself with him.”
“What we have between us is a transaction. I marry him and he takes back the company for me.” Clara
tone was calm. “As long as I can take revenge, I will accept the loss of my life.”
“If your mother knew, she would definitely not want you to do this.” Mae sighed.
After all, the only one left in the Rowan family was Clara.
Clara expression darkened, but she quickly smiled to comfort Mae: “It’s okay Mae. Perhaps my luck is
good, and the curse will break on me!”
“I hope so......” Seeing that Clara had decided, Mae didn’t say anything else.
Back at Preston Village, Clara had just brought Mae into the room with her things when she saw a
short-haired young man sitting in the living room, playing on the computer, and eating fruit.
When the young man first saw Clara, he immediately threw away the pear in her hand and stood up,
“Hello madam, I’m Baxter Cohen, Donny Cohen is my brother.”
“When your brother went out in the morning, he told me.” Clara nodded and looked at him twice. “I’m
just a little curious. You’re only as old as I am, and you don’t look like Donny......”
Baxter Cohen chuckled, “I was picked up by Donny from the trash can, of course I don’t look like him. “
“Sorry......”
“Hey, it’s okay, it’s not like I have a problem talking about it!” Baxter waved his hand, not minding at all.
“Before when Ethan never came, I lived here with my brother. I sometimes can be a little careless, but
I’ll be more careful in the future.”
Seeing how cheerful and easy to talk to he was, Clara also smiled, “It’s okay, treat it as your own
home.” This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.
Moreover, Preston Village was Ethan’s, not hers.
Clara knew that Steve and Leo didn’t have a biological relationship, but she had no means of
approaching Steve to get one of his hairs for DNA. Her only way was to start with Ruby.
Baxter did things quickly and had hacked into Ruby’s phone within half an hour.
Even though Ruby was cautious and had deleted some of her chat records, Baxter was still able to
easily recover them.
“It turns out that he is the child’s biological father... “
Seeing the thousands of intimate chats between Ruby and the child’s biological father, and the things
they revealed, Clara felt that Steve had really been hoodwinked.
Half a month ago, Steve had hatched an unforgettable plan to ruin her innocence and her reputation.
This time, she would return the favor, and give Steve an unforgettable surprise!
Because of what Baxter had found, Clara was in a good mood, and she followed Mae into the kitchen
and asked Mae to teach her how to make black chicken soup. Read at
Ethan didn’t seem to be busy as he had come tonight.
While eating dinner, Clara Rowan first politely served a bowl of the black chicken soup to Ethan, with
red lips raised high, she said “I cooked this soup, Ethan. Try it.”
Ethan’s eyes swept past her slender and beautiful fingers, paused, and then took the bowl of soup.
He took a sip, and in less than a second, he lowered his head and spat into a small bowl. He took a
tissue to wipe his mouth, and then sneered, “Poisoning me with arsenic would be a less painful.”
Clara “...”